Blue Gillyflowers

A white cambric petticoat lies splashed upon the bracken a discarded panties as pretty as any flower gazing up at a sky that hasn’t changed for thousands of years gazing down upon our entwined naked limbs Time only this moment I go & gather water to feed your thirst from a little storybook babbling brook that lives nearby I cup its silver coldness in my hands you drink delicately from my palms lapping with a little pink tongue like a wild timid creature ready to bolt away in a startled moment held only in the magic spell of love The cold castle walls wrapped in their mantles of history remain aloof above all this all too human love that comes and goes like summer flowers.